"What is your relationship with that giant claw?" Xuanyuan Wenying asked casually as she walked ahead, reaching out to grab the snowflakes like a child.

"How do you know that I have something to do with that giant claw?" the young man of Mochen asked rhetorically, following her example, gently holding a snowflake and looking at it carefully.

"Since I have nothing to do with the giant claw, you must have something to do with the giant claw. Xuanyuan Wenying turned around, put his hands behind his back, and said as he walked backwards.

"I don't even know the giant claw. Mo Chen waved his hand, shook his head and said, "I think that giant claw must have something to do with your Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect, after all, isn't the predecessor of Phantom Ying a giant dragon?"

Of course, this is not Mo Chen's nonsense, he really doesn't know the origin of this giant claw, such a strong cultivation, even heaven and earth are not the opponent of this giant claw, how can he know it.

He even felt that if the owner of this giant claw knew him, he could have rescued them as early as when they entered the time rift, so why wait until the last moment, not to mention that he had escaped death several times before, and why did he not see this giant claw appear.

But Xuanyuan Wenying didn't believe it.

"Hmph. Xuanyuan Wenying wrinkled his nose coquettishly: "You don't want to think about it, if we have something to do with that giant claw, will the sect become where it is now?"

Mo Chen was stunned by what he said, thinking that this was indeed the case, and there was really some truth, and he was a little speechless.

Xuanyuan Wenying saw him like this, and felt that there was a play, she thought for a moment, and continued: "I see, that crimson giant claw is somewhat similar to the black dragon phantom that condensed from your body before, you must have some ulterior secrets, you say, did the dragon clan pass on something to you, this thing will only be activated when you are in danger?"

It's okay not to say this, but it just woke up Mochen.

Dragon Inheritance, "Dragon Roaring Heavenly Holy Law".

Mo Chen's face turned pale, and he finally thought of the origin of this black dragon: when he first cultivated the "Dragon Roaring Heavenly Sacred Method", the black dragon had a soft power and wrapped his soul.

At that time, he specifically asked the black dragon what kind of power it was, but the black dragon did not say it explicitly.

However, thinking that the black dragon would definitely not be harmful to himself, and there was nothing unusual about this power enveloping the divine soul, and it was even a little warm, Mo Chen didn't care.

He didn't expect that this soft power was actually a powerful spell.

The spell is magical, it turns out that this soft power will only run autonomously when Mochen has a life-threatening concern, turning into a peerless black dragon to kill all enemies for Mochen, but unfortunately, the power is exhausted, and this spell will be dispersed and disappear, if the next time Mochen is in danger again, he can only resign himself to fate.

But after thinking about it, Mo Chen relaxed his mind again, whether it is magic or power, it is all something outside the body, no matter how powerful he is, he can't protect his life, if he really wants to become stronger, if he wants to find his biological parents, or if he wants to understand the origin of this illusory yang realm treasure, after all, it still depends on his own cultivation.

Mo Chen fell into thought, but he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him, the expression on his face changed, but he was seen by Xuanyuan Wenying.

It wasn't until Mochen came back to his senses that he secretly said that something was wrong, and when he was thinking about how to find an excuse to shirk it, Xuanyuan Wenying smiled and smiled.

"Hehe, Sect Master, let's go, go to the Qingxu Sect. After saying that, she turned around and walked forward without looking back, leaving Mochen stunned and standing still.

Heaven is affectionate, fair, and everyone has their own secrets and their own opportunities.

She wanted to know about the relationship between Mochen and Giant Claw, but she wouldn't ask, and she didn't want to ask, she would wait for Mochen to tell her.

Because after Mo Chen sacrificed herself to resist the blood moon, she believed in her master's vision and the young man behind her.

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The sky was shining, but the snow was still falling, and the snow was floating on the ground, accumulating a layer of ankle-thick snow.

"There's the Qingxu Sect ahead, right?" Mo Chen stretched out his hand to block the snow in front of him, blocking the flying snow, and he stared into the distance.

It is rumored that the Qingxu Mountain Range is towering and towering, stretching for hundreds of miles, and on weekdays, you can only see white clouds surrounding the mountainside, and you don't know the true face of the mountaintop.

Mountains and forests are dense again, strange cliffs and strange rocks, rare birds and beasts, there are all there, the scenery is dangerous and strange, and it is famous for the barren state.

And one of the great sects of the righteous path, the Qingxu Sect, is at the peak of this mountain range.

The formation of the Qingxu Sect is wonderful, and it has been established here for tens of thousands of years, and countless chaotic orders have never been shaken.

His disciples all practice Taoist righteousness, and they are upright, grandiose, strong, upright and selfless.

On weekdays, when the inner disciples are practicing, Haoran righteousness is full of mountains, nourishing the flowers and beasts in the mountains and forests all the time, it is said that the number of monsters and monsters in the Qingxu Mountains far exceeds that of the outside world is also because of this, and it is even more exaggerated to say that the pigs in the Qingxu Mountains can also come out with you.

But at this time, the snow is covered and the field of vision is limited, and when you look here, you can only see a vague outline.

"Qingxu Mountain Range, Qingxu Sect, Qingcang Mountain Range, Qingcang City, I don't know who took the name, so tongue-twisting makes people confused. Xuanyuan Wenying complained.

After getting along with Emperor Fengchi for so long, Mo Chen knew the complaints of his daughter's family, and he had to follow her words: "No, the two places are so close that it's hard to tell the difference." ”

Xuanyuan pursed his lips and smiled when he heard the cherry, as if he was very satisfied with this sect master's answer: "Further forward is Qingxu Mountain, there should be no ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud shout: "Fellow Daoists, please stop, please report your name and intention." ”

As soon as the words ended, five teenagers walked slowly, all young, the eldest was six out of ten, and the youngest was eighteen or nineteen years old.

All of them are magnificent, with the momentum of a great sect, and they are all dressed in white robes, with dark blue trim embroidered on the cuffs, and only an ink-colored auspicious cloud is printed on the chest.

The one who shouted before was the one standing in the middle of the five, and he was also the oldest.

A few disciples of the Qingxu Sect came closer, saw Mo Chen's sloppy appearance with disdain, turned his head and saw Xuanyuan Wen Ying, they were all stunned, and couldn't help but look stunned.

Mo Chen's brows frowned slightly, and he reached out to pull Xuanyuan Wenying behind him.

Without waiting for him to say anything, another thin-lipped young man in his twenties said in front of Mo Chen: "I thought that the senior sent me to come and pointed out the naming of my Qingxu Sect outside the formation, but I didn't expect it to be a poor sour boy, and I didn't look at your cold body, but this little lady is very cute." As he spoke, he also touched his chin, his face was lewd, and he glanced at Xuanyuan Wenying from top to bottom: "If you beg me to accept you, I can also consider letting you go." ”